we talked
today
surrounded by huge white
cotton-ball snowflakes falling from the sky
why are we not angry?
shouldn’t we be angry?
this life suddenly shifted
is it because we have the fulfilled life?
a life rich in blessings?
shouldn’t we be angry?
this life of ours forever changed
t-boned and veering out of control
maybe it’s because we realize
our passing nature
the we are all deadmen walking
but for us the in-between
has been so wonderful
so complete
yet as we talk
our tears begin
to fall with the snowflakes
why this sadness?
why?
we are two children
playing on the merry-go-round
it is so much fun
we squeal with delight
the calliope music
the whirling galloping horses
and we are sad
so sad
when mom and dad say
come on, you two, it's time to go
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From Sabine’s 151 Poems, that I wrote and presented to her as a gift on our wedding day.
Number 11
when you decided to
look at me
did you think it would happen?
when you decided to
talk to me
did you imagine
that this would follow?
when you decided to
touch me
did you understand
that you would never leave me?
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Number 5
you don’t understand nor realize
the immensity, magnetism and pull
of me to your self my alter body
you refuse to hear words
mere sounds
easy to say you say
you won’t listen to my special sounds
deep you-sounds
if you won’t hear my words
listen to my body
hear my touch
my exploration of you
listen to my eyes
my heartsounds
hear how I hold you many hours after
hear
you must hear my tenderness
it’s just not fair
you’re not listening to my words
and
you’re not hearing my self
would you please stop a moment?
and
look way ahead
and notice that I’ve been with you
all these
many years.
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Number 150
hildegaard luise
drifting dreaming
passages and trails
through the interstices of my mind
you carry your heritage
like small tiny gemstones
in your open palm
as you wispily brushtouch my lips
hildegaard luise
your laughter and
strength
cover-conceal your delicate
inner vulnerability
and startling beauty
a thin floating airy shell
translucing quiet evening light
like a silken shadowy veil
hildegaard luise
only I know this
of all who have known you
and this perhaps frightens you
and you are hesitant
like a newborn wood fawn
to materialize your substance before me
but I will never hurt you
never bruise your fragile self
your fragrant vaporous being
covers my body
myself
my insecurity
with the complete knowledge
and sense of you
but when I reach out
to hold you
you
sift between my fingers
as spring morning fog
disappearing softly
and I quietly
longingly
wait for you again
but next time
I will capture you
hildegaard luise
breathe you into my lungs
and intermix you
into
an amalgam
of our two selves
separate yet together
but
we will never be alone
again.
